Working for The Man.

That's a photo of my boss and me. Her name is Sara.
Last night we had a few drinks at a restaurant where my buddy Ries was having a going-away shindig before his two-week jaunt in Morocco.
The last time I hung out with my boss was at a similar dinner party at her apartment for our co-worker Amel who was leaving Fabrica. We got drunk that night too. But last night, unlike the time before, we didn't go for a walk down to the river and I didn't get naked and I didn't jump into the river and bare-hand wrestle a swan.*
The time before that, if my memory serves me right, we went to the circus and watched like wide-eyed children as the ringmaster paraded camels and horses and hippos in front of us.
Sara loved that shit.



*True story. No photos.